Gas Station

You walk quickly across the street into the gas station, hoping that it would be empty.

As you enter, you mutter a quiet hello to the owner, a large older indian man with greying hair, before finding the bathroom.

You undress yourself quickly, looking at the damage done to your poor buttocks. It was still red and dripping, and yet despite the soreness it felt so good.

You quietly get dressed again, washing the sperm and sweat from your body, cleaning your face, and fixing your disheveled hair.

"Boy, it really looked like you got fucked," you thought to yourself, before smiling for some reason.

Suddenly the thought of his cock penetrating you started to cause your pussy to radiate heat. You needed relief and quick.

Entering the stall, you pulled down your shorts and panties and began to masturbate.

It wouldn't take long before you came again, your legs shuddering and electricity riding up your spine.

You quickly got dressed, now extremely parched.